Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Lu Xi did not lie when he said he was very busy.

Pei Jiu's nose was as sharp as a dog's, and he caught the scent so quickly.

He cursed secretly, burned the secret message, glanced at the closed door, and knocked on it.

"Jian'er."

The door opened slowly and slowly, and the woman with a low bun inside raised her eyes slightly, her soft hair resting on the delicate embroidery, showing her gentleness, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"I'm going to leave soon. I will leave a group of people for you at the end. If you need anything, go to the chess and card room in the south of the city, give the code and ask for their help." He frowned slightly.

Lu Jian yawned lazily, responded casually, and went back to catch up on his sleep.

The stage took several days to build and was finally completed.

There are only a few people left in the huge old house.

Lu Jian made tea and listened to the opera every day, and his life was quite leisurely.

The kid selling newspapers knocked on the door of Lu's house, his voice a little urgent, "Sister! Sister!!!"

Lu Jian slowly put down the tea cup and walked over to open the door.

"Sister Jian..."

Chu Yao, who was practicing music, stopped and looked at her uneasily.

"Sing your song." She stood up from the couch and didn't look back. She just opened the door and looked at the anxious little boy, "What's wrong?"

The little boy was so anxious that he almost cried, "Sister, the warlord is coming!"

"!"

Lu Jian raised his eyes and opened the door a little, "Come in."

There were indeed hurried footsteps outside the door.

Everyone hurriedly packed up their things and stayed behind closed doors for fear that the fire would burn them.

Lu Jian thought for a while and locked up the newspaper seller Goudan and Chu Yao in Lu's house. He stood outside the door, looking at the hazy rain, picked up an umbrella on one side, held it up and ran to the hospital.

Lu Jian could speed up her pace. There were many people running in the opposite direction to her, hurriedly cleaning up their stalls.

Lu Jian arrived at the door of the medical clinic, opened the door, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of a row of neat footsteps from behind, which was obviously getting heavier.

And the neighing of horses.

Lu Jian quickly got into the hospital and closed the door.

[Miss, there are almost five minutes left. 】

In the original plot, this was the time when the original owner saw Pei Jiu again. Because Pei Jiu was seriously injured and had inflammation, the soldiers came here specifically to look for the doctor.

Unfortunately, there were very few doctors in Yuzhen, only two or three, and the other two were old gentlemen. They also heard that the original owner had a good reputation, so they kidnapped the original owner.

Lu Jian didn't think this mission was difficult. She asked, "Does it hurt to commit suicide by drinking a gun?"

【untested. ] Ning Qi shook her head sincerely, [But believe me, it won't hurt to be killed with one shot. 】

Lu Jian's mouth twitched slightly, he found the most comfortable recliner and sat down.

For five minutes, she read a newspaper. Before the tea was ready, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Please come in."

Being so polite, she thought she would just force her way in.

So I moved all my medicines away from the gate in advance.

A man wearing a dark green military uniform walked in from the door. When he saw Lu Jian, he pushed up his glasses and smiled slightly, "Doctor, I would like to ask you to come and see my young commander."

Lu Jian lazily raised his eyes, "No..."

He raised his hand slightly and put his white-gloved fingers on his waist, where a gun was holstered.

The girl's voice paused slightly and she narrowed her eyes slightly, "I won't go."

She took a slow sip of tea. Although the plot had to go, she would not wrong herself because of the plot.

Ning Qi's stickman scratched his head with his little hand, jumped on Adjutant Xu's head, patted him, "Hey, hey, hey, be polite, she will definitely go with you." 】

"..." Lu Jian shook the newspaper and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't your young marshal come by yourself?"

Adjutant Xu said politely, "I am only responsible for inviting you to come. You will know when you go."

Before Lu Jian could say anything, a group of soldiers rushed in from behind Adjutant Xu. Several of them grabbed the handles of the recliners, lifted them up and ran outside.

Lu Jian: "???"

She quickly lay down, and the hairpin in her hair was a little crooked because it hit the door frame. She simply didn't hit her head, otherwise Lu Jian would put the account on Pei Jiu's head.

"Take my umbrella!" she gritted her teeth.

It was still raining outside. What was the difference between these people holding her on their heads and using her to shield them from the rain? !

Adjutant Xu saw the umbrella next to him and threw it to her.

Lu Jian held the handle of the umbrella, snorted coldly, and held up the umbrella to block the situation in front of him.

Among the people passing by, she saw several men in black looking at her. They looked at each other and gave her a code.

Lu Jian glanced at it and then looked away. He squeezed the tea cup in his hand as if nothing had happened, and drank the remaining half of the tea.

By the time we arrived at the mansion, the skirt was still a little damp.

The recliner landed with her. She stepped on the stone pavement under her feet and looked up at the house where they temporarily settled.

She was almost half-pushed into the main courtyard and brought to Pei Jiu.

He was shirtless and leaning against the bed. The hair on his forehead was lifted up by his hand, leaving only a few strands hanging down. His eyes were cold and he looked up at Adjutant Xu impatiently.

"I told you I-"

Unexpectedly, the person who was pushed in was not Adjutant Xu, but a woman wearing a white cheongsam, who looked a little familiar.

Her bun was slightly messy, her soft bangs fell on both sides of her cheeks, and her soft, watery eyes stared at his... body with a slightly unexplained light.

Sweep up and down, then left and right. X-ray scans.

Pei Jiu was stunned, and the tip of his ears quickly turned red. He quickly took the cloak to cover his body, gritted his teeth and said, "Get out! Get out!"

Lu Jian blew a rogue whistle, and as soon as the prelude came out, Ning Qi covered his mouth.

[Hold it, if you don’t blow it, you’re a white moonlight, but if you blow it, you’ll be a white hooligan. 】

Lu Jian: "..."

She was not restrained, she walked forward in a few steps, grabbed his cloak, and pulled it off easily.

She pressed Pei Jiu's shoulders as his eyes grew increasingly shameful and angry, and smiled slightly, "Lie on the bed and be good."

Pei Jiu stared at her and didn't move for three seconds.

Lu Jian's smile became more and more kind, and he reached out and pushed him down on the bed.

"Xu——Che——"

His roar echoed in the room.

Adjutant Xu quickly opened the door and went in, "What's wrong? Young Marshal."

"Press him down a little bit." Lu Jian said with a smile.

Adjutant Xu looked left and right, then pressed Pei Jiu's hands.

Lu Jian then took the medicine box handed over by the soldier behind him and disinfected the wound. He still touched his face with his fingers, and it was still shockingly hot.

She smiled and snorted.

"Oh~"

"The wound is inflamed and has some suppuration. It's not healed yet."

She paused and emphasized the word, "Weak chicken."

Ningqi: [……]

It shouldn't expect the young lady to play a gentle character.